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wendell for wednesday
How to Be a Poet BY WENDELL BERRY (to remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more…
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wendell for wednesday
Chewing on this for the upcoming Memorial Day weekend… I sit in the shade of the trees of the land I was born in. As they are native I am…
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wendell for wednesday
It’s National Poetry Month, so this month’s Wendell for Wednesday posts will all be poems (or that’s the plan anyway). I love this recent find, a response presumably to his…
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wendell for wednesday
Some poetry for National Poetry Month… The Want of Peace All goes back to the earth, and so I do not desire pride of excess or power, but the contentments…
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wendell for wednesday
Via @aliteralmess:
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wendell for wednesday
PLANTING TREES In the mating of trees, the pollen grain entering invisible the domed room of the winds, survives the ghost of the old forest that was here when we…
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wendell for wednesday
How To Be A Poet (To Remind Myself) Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill-more of each than you…
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wendell for wednesday
The Real Work It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which…
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wendell for wednesday
Along last week’s theme, here’s Wendell’s What We Need Is Here: Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to…
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wendell for wednesday
From a Sabbath poem: Because we have not made our lives to fit our places, the forests are ruined, the fields eroded, the streams polluted, the mountains overturned. Wendell Berry
